It is not to compare Ali and Allah. It is to discuss between tyrant Seized and veracity of Hussain.

— Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Judge me not, by my faith judge me not, by my religion judge me not, by my anger that I may manifest happiness we all have same desires, hunger judge me, by those memories when I earned your tears by the cost of pearls

— Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Night has enveloped, to give me some relief now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief where blood quenches the thirst disloyalty is faith last and firsts the religion my beloved belongs to beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand let me take her by the hand heard of her about sorcery her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb from just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila my nights worthless, body breathless every moment, feeling restless be silent and hear, hear me, my criesdon't forget the promise you swore have lost my childhood over youdon't know, how these years left me alone sufferings, separation, theft me alone never knew how pain excrutiatessometimes, I enlivened you my dear Love is a blessing, and not a fearing a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn gaze from a window in Kashmir For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing In somber time, lifeless, as if dying

— Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

She never asked for money, for gifts and priced ones, she always asked me for priceless love that was worth billions, where I failed.

— Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

So when asked Who was Prophet's grandson Hussain? I replied :Imbibe in the name of Hussain with his name comes the bliss though his spring lost in deserts of Iraqis treasury has yet vacant threshold raise your hands and ask your wishes in the name of his Baby Dollie her name is Love for Dejected generosity of Hussain extends beyond even a handful of dust from his grave beseech to it in the name of Infant Safari love to call it Khan e Shifaheals the incurable wounds of heart.

— Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Thirty-two men keep guarding the tongue. Since it keeps a sense, still speaks nonsense.

— Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

When men at forward fail to achieve the goal, they describe the victory lies in defending.

— Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh